Текст песни Блатной Тат - Хасбулат удалой

Hazbulat removed,
Poor hut yours;
Golden Treasury
I lulling you.

Dame dagger and a horse,
and his rifle
And for that, for all
You gave me a wife.

give-and-dagger cognac
and his rifle
you for this for all
You gave me a wife

Under the plane tree thick
We sat together,
And the light of the moon,
illuminating all around.

see wave board
uski steep bank,
I there yesterday in the forest
Was with thy wife. 2

She gives me
Until the last day
And Allah swore
He does not like you! "

and slipped a hand
chest young
Khasbulat you burn
wife would do anything for 2

"Prince, the story of your long,
You're vain vedesh-
You and your wife young
I lay in wait in the woods.

Take Prince treasury
And possess it himself
For the wife's infidelity
give her gift. 2

Just look go
on his bride -
She sleeps on the river
And with a dagger in his chest.

I closed her eyes,
Drowning in tears,
Kiss my frozen
On her lips. " 2